Volume 4: The World of Great Conflict Chapter 0477 Walkman
After a while, Lin Guangwei came over with a lead pot with the three bowls on top, and chopsticks between his fingers.
"Let's eat. There's no pork at home, so we opened a can of stir-fried meat and made do with it." Lin Guangwei said as he put the lead pot on the table.
"Military canned food?"
"Yes, I bought three cans last time I saw someone selling it." Lin Guangwei opened the lid of the pot and picked out the noodles with chopsticks.
“Is it expired?”
"No, it's still a few days old. It was made in 1982 and has a shelf life of 24 months. Don't worry, I still have 702 at home. I'll eat one or two when I'm hungry."
"702 compressed biscuits? You must know someone in the army who has connections. Our army doesn't have large-scale distribution of this stuff. We gave it all to the monkeys in Nannan back then."
"I met one, and he gave it to me to try as a novelty, but it wasn't tasty."
"Isn't that normal? It's military rations, how good do you expect it to taste?" Nan Yi took the bowl, picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks, smelled it, and then picked up a piece of diced meat to taste it. There was no strange smell, so he handed the other bowl to Nan Ruoyin.
Lin Guangwei took a few bites of noodles and asked, "What do you want to say? Just say it."
Nan Yi pushed the file bag to Lin Guangwei's side and said, "It contains the technical information of the Walkman. If you can't understand it, find someone who can help you. It involves some patented technologies. If you can avoid it, just avoid it. If you can't avoid it, forget it. The Japanese won't choose to sue, they will just watch from the sidelines."
"Leave the Walkman technology to me?" Lin Guangwei said in surprise, "You want me to produce Walkman?"
"Don't want it? You can give it back to me if you don't want it." Nan Yi said playfully.
"Yes, of course. This is a gold nugget. I'd be a fool if I didn't want it." Lin Guangwei impatiently pulled the document out of the file bag, read two pages and threw it aside. "Except for the structural diagram, I can't understand anything else."
"It's not difficult. You can find a university graduate majoring in electronics to understand it. There is no advanced technology involved. With the domestic technical level, it is completely possible to design and produce it. It's just that the production line needs to be imported from abroad."
Nan Yi said, taking a few bites of noodles and continued, "Take a look at the last two pages. There are some design drawings on them."
When Lin Guangwei heard this, he quickly picked up the document again and turned to the last two pages. "Pager? No way, can I get this?"
"What are you thinking? That's an electronic watch. If you want to make a Walkman, the plastic machine that produces the shell can be modified to make the shell of a pager. Then you can produce an electronic watch in the shape of a pager. Think about it, will a pager electronic watch sell well? What price can it sell for?"
Lin Guangwei said excitedly: "It will sell well, it will definitely sell well. Although not many people use pagers, many people know about it. If you can't use the pager, you can show off the pager electronic watch first.
Oh, such a good idea, why didn’t I think of it? College students are college students, they have sharp brains, wow.
Oh, what a pity, why isn’t it a real pager? "
"What are you dreaming about in broad daylight? Let me tell you, the technology of pagers is not that advanced. It's not difficult to imitate and make one, but the patents are hard to get around. Both Bell and Motorola are difficult to deal with. Besides, you don't know anything about technology, so you'd better give up on making pagers."
"Okay, okay, I know I can't do it, but can't I just dream?" Lin Guangwei muttered and asked, "Are you planning to partner with me in the Walkman business?"
"If you can do it by yourself, just do it yourself. I will charge you 300,000 for the information and 500,000 for the idea of the electronic table. If you can't do it, just tell me how much you need. I can invest or borrow money.
This business is not a big deal for me. It doesn't matter whether I do it or not. You don't have to be embarrassed. If you can do it yourself, do it yourself. You don't have to be in partnership with me."
"How much investment does this business require?" Lin Guangwei thought for a moment and asked.
"There are about 200 of them that can be moved, and there are about 500 to 600 of them in total. Is it difficult?"
"Money isn't a problem. I can scrape together about 160 or 70 yuan by myself, and I can raise more money by selling the factory. The curling iron business is doing well now, and I can sell it for a good price. I can find a way through my acquaintances and the bank, and I can scrape together 500 yuan."
"Then you don't need to raise money yet. The factory is not in a hurry to sell. You can make some money from the electronic watch project first, and then move on to the Walkman project. Take your time. I haven't heard of anyone in China who is interested in the Walkman project."
"This is the best. I don't have to act pathetic." Lin Guangwei said, looking a little embarrassed. "Then I'm embarrassed about this business."
"Okay, I've told you, this business is useless to me." Nan Yi waved his hand and said, "You have to give me the 300,000 as soon as possible. As for the other 500,000, we can talk about it after you make money."
"Okay, when are you leaving? If you don't leave today, I'll get it together for you in the evening."
"Then there's no need to be so anxious. I plan to buy a few houses in Yangcheng. I'll leave this matter to you. You know better than me which houses are good in Yangcheng. Pick the good ones and buy them until you have spent all the 300,000 yuan."
"It's okay for me to help you buy a house, but how can I help you transfer the ownership when you're not here?"
"It's okay. You and I are just friends. Just transfer the property to your name first. I'll have someone come with you to handle the handover later."
"That's fine. The housing prices in Guangzhou have risen a lot in the past two years. The expensive ones are sold for four or five hundred dollars. I think there is something wrong with the housing prices. It's so expensive. How many people can afford it? It will fall sooner or later. If you plan to hold on to it and wait for it to appreciate, don't blame me if you lose money."
"Nonsense, do you think you're smarter than me or what? I'm telling you, even if you die, the housing prices won't fall. Well, that's a bit exaggerated, you're not that old. Anyway, let me tell you this, if you have some spare money, just buy a few houses and keep them, you won't lose money."
"Really?" Lin Guangwei asked doubtfully.
"Believe it or not, I have to beg you to make you rich, right?"
"Believe me, believe me. Of course I believe you. Okay, when I have some spare money, I'll buy a dozen sets and stockpile them."
Lin Guangwei's tone was clearly filled with disbelief, so Nan Yi stopped explaining. If you want to listen, then listen. If you don't want to listen, then forget it. There's no point in forcing a cow to drink water if it doesn't want to.
Nan Yi lowered his head to clean up the remaining instant noodles and pushed the bowl to the side.
"Is Qu Jing at home now?"
"He probably isn't here. He opens his stall early in the morning and closes at eight in the evening. He's open all year round. His small business is doing well and he won't even take a day off."
"Can you earn a hundred and eighty a day?"
"More than 180 yuan, 300 yuan a day is no problem. Her soy sauce chicken business is booming, and she is planning to open a new stall."
"It's pretty good. As long as we live well, it's good. It seems that the elderly people in our former youth education camps all live well."
"Everything is OK. I'm still in touch with everyone except Zhao Hongzhuang. They're all doing well. By the way, only Lai Jihua is having a bad time. This bastard is in trouble. He borrowed a large sum of money and couldn't get it back. The big shot behind the scenes wants to punish him.
A few days ago, he came to my factory to ask me to borrow money to settle a debt. I couldn't save face, so I gave him a few thousand dollars I had, but I didn't expect him to pay it back. "
"Oh, let's not talk about him. I don't care whether he is dead or alive. What about Jiang Biyun? Have you met her?"
"I have seen her twice, once at the end of last year and once in March this year. She looked better each time. When I saw her this year, her face was rosy. I heard that she found a boyfriend who works in the provincial party committee."
"I know, her boyfriend is my college classmate."
"That's a coincidence. Who are you going to go to on their wedding day?"
"This is not a difficult problem to solve. Liu Zhen and I can each take one." Nan Yi took out a handkerchief and wiped Nan Ruoyin's mouth, then wiped her fingers, folded it, wiped his own hands, and then folded the handkerchief back into his pocket. "My schedule is very tight today, so I won't sit for long. There are two phone numbers on the 17th sheet in the information. If you have any difficulties with the Walkman project, you can call them and ask."
"You're leaving now. Why don't you stay for a while?"
"Alright, stop being so hypocritically polite. Just understand what's going on." Nan Yi said, then took Nan Ruoyin's hand and stood up from his seat. "Let's go. Take us out of the street."
"Send your ass, go away, I'm planning on taking a nap."
"Sleep, sleep, sleep to death, you son of a bitch." Nan Yi spat and walked straight to the phone beside him, "The phone is not just for decoration, right?"
"I can fight, but where can I fight?"
"Nonsense, get someone to pick it up."
"He's a big shot, with cars picking him up and dropping him off, it's amazing." Lin Guangwei teased.
"That's good to know. Remember to flatter me next time."
Nan Yi picked up the phone and started turning the dial.
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Soon, Nan Yi and Nan Ruoyin were on a plane to Beijing. Nan Ruoyin wore a mask to block the smog. Nan Yi complained, "Do you have any sense of public morality? You smoke in public places."
As for people, their butts determine their thoughts. Nan Yi has deliberately ignored the fact that he was once part of the group of people smoking on the plane, just like dog lovers will find it cute to see dogs peeing in the park, while those who don't like dogs will want to kill the dogs.
Similarly, now that Nan Yi no longer smokes, he should stand in the same camp as those who hate smoking and criticize anyone he sees smoking in public. Even when he sees the word "smoking" in a book, he should stand on the moral high ground and severely whip the immoral person who wrote the article.
Rebel, heretic, scum, garbage, no matter how bad the word is, it must be thrown in the faces of immoral people and nailed to the pillar of shame.
"Wow, Dad, look, is this idiot your great-grandfather?" Nan Ruoyin, who was flipping through the "Novelist" magazine, suddenly pointed at the page and shouted.
Nan Yi turned his head and took a look, and saw the two big characters "divine whip" on the top of the page. Nan Yi smiled knowingly and said, "Don't talk nonsense, the joke was made up by my father. In the Qing Dynasty, many story books used the golden rat tail on the head as material to make up a lot of braid skills;
As for the purpose, my father was not quite sure. It might be to promote the Qing Dynasty, or it might be to avoid being closed down. After all, people who write storybooks also need to eat.
If you are interested in that period of history, you can look up the information of Tang Qianyan and see what happened in the martial arts world in the late Qing Dynasty. However, just read it and treat it as a martial arts story, don’t take it seriously. "
"Well, why? Wasn't there a real martial arts world before?"
"I don't know. Dad didn't experience that era. All he knows is hearsay. Whether it's the burning of books and burying of scholars in the Qin Dynasty or the literary inquisition that lasted for 250 years from Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty, it shows that the content we see in books has been deleted or even tampered with, and it is difficult to distinguish whether it is true or false."
"Can't we trust official history?"
"It's hard to say. Let's look at it dialectically with a skeptical attitude. Do you know that there are two types of historians?"
"I know. One type is responsible for following the emperor and recording his words, deeds, and political achievements and failures. The emperor cannot read these records. The other type is responsible for compiling the history of previous dynasties." Nan Ruoyin nodded and said.
"Yes, the former is called the daily record historian. Do you think what the historian wrote is credible? How true is it?" Nan Yi asked again.
